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route_10652013-01-17 06:34 pm
preparetrouble) wrote in route_10652013-01-17 06:34 pm
backdated for a+ temper management
Who: Scanty & OPEN to Goldenrod Rockets!
Where: Team Rocket base, Goldenrod City
When: January 7, right after this thread with Chase
Summary: Scanty’s first encounter with a coworker has NOT GONE AS PLANNED. Neither does her next one.
Rating: PG-13 for profanity
Log:
Scanty didn’t let up steam even after turning a corner away from that ridiculous boy. If anything, her pace increased the closer she got to the training arena, teeth gnashing with every step. Head bowed and shoulders tense, her fists clenched and swinging at her sides, she muttered furiously under her breath.
“The nerve,” she seethed, in time to the sound of her own heels clicking against the floor. “How dare he......throwing my charity back in my face and just walking away, with no regard for the sanctity of personal space.....I’ll make him mop the floor I’ve walked on with his mousy little rat-tail, I’ll shove that smirk back into his mouth so hard he suffocates!”
To accent her point, she whipped a PokéBall out of her belt and hurled it down the hall; ricocheting off the floor, it burst open and released a Woobat - which continued along the Poké Ball’s original trajectory, bouncing off the walls and floor until finally careening directly towards a passer-by rounding the corner at exactly the wrong time.
Scanty lifted her own head just in time to witness the likely collision and croaked out a tiny, breathless squeak of disbelief. Oh. That was....less than ideal.
Well, whatever the outcome, she could always blame Chase.
Where: Team Rocket base, Goldenrod City
When: January 7, right after this thread with Chase
Summary: Scanty’s first encounter with a coworker has NOT GONE AS PLANNED. Neither does her next one.
Rating: PG-13 for profanity
Log:
Scanty didn’t let up steam even after turning a corner away from that ridiculous boy. If anything, her pace increased the closer she got to the training arena, teeth gnashing with every step. Head bowed and shoulders tense, her fists clenched and swinging at her sides, she muttered furiously under her breath.
“The nerve,” she seethed, in time to the sound of her own heels clicking against the floor. “How dare he......throwing my charity back in my face and just walking away, with no regard for the sanctity of personal space.....I’ll make him mop the floor I’ve walked on with his mousy little rat-tail, I’ll shove that smirk back into his mouth so hard he suffocates!”
To accent her point, she whipped a PokéBall out of her belt and hurled it down the hall; ricocheting off the floor, it burst open and released a Woobat - which continued along the Poké Ball’s original trajectory, bouncing off the walls and floor until finally careening directly towards a passer-by rounding the corner at exactly the wrong time.
Scanty lifted her own head just in time to witness the likely collision and croaked out a tiny, breathless squeak of disbelief. Oh. That was....less than ideal.
Well, whatever the outcome, she could always blame Chase.
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Fine, whatever. Deep breaths.]
Coincidence or not, you oughta keep that thing in line, especially when dealing with someone superior.
[Gwa ha ha ha! There, that helps.]
After all, I've got one heck of a resume after my previous stunts, and one heck of an army to back me.
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At least, that's what she thinks it looks like. ]
There's no need to threaten! That makes you sound worried it might happen again, which can't be the case.
[ Still, he is her elder in the organization. Outright disrespect won't do. The smile fades and is replaced by professionalism. ]
Regardless, allow me to assuage your nonexistent concerns. The creature shall be disciplined, and it won't happen again.
Is that satisfactory, sir?
[ The world shall pay for putting her in a position where she had to call you "sir". ]
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[But, on the upside, he visibly relaxes, folding his arms over his chest. His Salamence lets out a low moan, head drooping. Seems he's dismayed at the lack of 'playmate'.]
But, fine. I guess that's good enough for now.
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[ Don't worry, Salamence. Other chances will come, most likely. ]
If that'll be all, then I bid you adieu...
[ And she attempts to swagger on past you with her dignity at least somewhat intact. Since she's not looking where she's going, she hopefully avoids various Salamence body parts... ]